"I-I think so," she stammered, brushing her blonde hair away from her eyes.
"I'm sorry about this, Mrs. Murphy," Bob Decker said.
"I think I know what happened. But that doesn't matter. Listen, if you want the part, you've got it."
Kathy felt like jumping in happiness. Then it suddenly occurred to her that he was offering her the part because he didn't want her to sue him for this sudden doggie act. Kathy wanted to be in the theatre, but she didn't want to blackmail her way onto the stage.
"You don't have to give me the part just because… because some dog…" Kathy began.
"I like you. I liked what I heard before all this happened," the producer said, getting up out of his seat and walking toward the stage. "Like I said, you've got the part if you want it."
Kathy almost shouted, but managed to keep control of herself and calmly told the man that she'd accept his offer.
"Great! Okay kids, we've got everybody cast," Bob said in a loud voice as he walked up to the footlights. Kathy saw that he was a relatively young man – about thirty – and ruggedly handsome. His brown hair hung almost completely over his eyes, while his crotch bulged noticeably. Kathy wondered how many starlets Bob had banged on his producer's couch. "Helen, take Kathy down to wardrobe and get her fitted. I'm just going to go over a few points here with the rest of the cast."
Kathy followed the wardrobe mistress through the maze of passages in the theatre until they came to a tiny room that was filled with racks and stacks of dresses, gowns, robes, crowns – everything that went into completing a costume.
"Just wait in here, honey. I've got to get your costume," the woman said as she smiled at Kathy.
Kathy started to look around the room casually as the wardrobe mistress walked out into the hall and up the stairs to the main prop room. This was a little girl's dream come true. She'd always wanted to be in the theatre, even if it was in a relatively small one. And here she was, about to launch herself into the world of make believe.
Her daydreaming was interrupted by the sounds of groaning coming from across the hall.
"Who's there?" Kathy asked as she walked up to the open door and looked up and down the hall.
"Uhhhh!"
Kathy shifted her eyes in the direction of the groans. There was a door partially opened about thirty feet from the wardrobe room.
"Ohhhh! Ahhhh!"
Kathy felt her heart start to pound wildly. She knew what kind of moans those were. She'd bucked enough in bed to know the sounds of a woman fucking. Kathy knew that whoever was in there had her right to privacy. She didn't want people peeking in through windows whenever she and Joe were slamming their groins together. But something new was happening to Kathy. This little bit of time in the theatre was freeing her mind, turning her from Kathy Murphy the housewife into Kathy Murphy the stage sex pot. She realized that it was ridiculous for her to feel like whoring it up just because she'd got a part in some little theatre. But the feeling was creeping over her.
Kathy walked out of the room, making sure that Helen, the wardrobe mistress, wasn't walking down the steps with her costume yet. She cautiously moved closer to the doorway, staying close to the wall. Gradually Kathy peeked around the door frame so she could see what was going on inside the room.
"My God!" she whispered out loud, clamping her right hand over her mouth to keep from saying anything else. There on the floor was a naked dark-haired woman. Her knees were hunched up and spread widely apart. Between them was the big Great Dane that had tried to fuck Kathy just a few minutes before.
"Mmmmm, good boy! Good boy! Ahhhh!"
Kathy felt her knees grow weak as she watched the Dane's big, pink spit-dripping tongue slosh in and out of the woman's trembling pussy. With each slurp, the woman closed her eyes, arched her back, and let out tiny moans from between her parted lips.
Kathy drew her head back and tried to decide what to do. She wanted to watch what was going to happen next. Was she going to fuck the Dane? Was she just going to let him lick her off? Kathy realized that she was invading someone else's privacy. She didn't have any right to spy on her. It would be embarrassing if she were discovered lurking in the hallway. Still…
"Ahhhh! Ohhh, fuckin' Jesus!"
Kathy couldn't resist any more. She cautiously poked her head around the doorway again. The Dane was still lapping at the woman's hairy muff. The pretty, mammoth-titted brunette's crotch glistened with the dog's spit. Her wiry, dark cunt hairs were plastered down into a tangled mat. The woman was hunching her pussy into the air, her ass squirming on the hardwood floor as the dog growled in sexual frustration. Kathy swallowed and wet her dry lips as she eyed the big dog's blue-veined, jerking cock.
"Coming! Coming!" the woman screeched as she clamped her fingers around her big tits. Her nipples thrust into the air invitingly. They were hard and twitching, as stiff and sensitive as Kathy's nipples were now.
"Ahhh!Ahhh!"
Kathy looked down at the brunette's pussy. The dog's tongue licked and probed between her slightly parted cunt lips. Kathy felt her snatch drool and quiver as she watched the woman thrash on the floor.
"That's it!" she panted. "Lick me! Lick my snatch! Ohhh, shiiitttt!"
Kathy wondered how the woman could scream like that with the door open. Didn't she realize that anyone could walk down here and hear what was going on? Kathy was amazed at the woman's brazen attitude, but at the same time, she envied her. Kathy had been so careful to keep her fidelity to Joe, when she wasn't sure about his own sexual escapades. Here was some woman, probably married, who didn't give a damn what she did to satisfy her hot cunt, or who saw what she was doing.
Slowly, Kathy hiked up her skirt and stuck her finger under the elastic band of her pink panties, pushing it through the damp forest of blonde cunt hairs towards her fully erect clit. She gasped aloud as she felt the tiny organ spark with excitement when her fingertip bumped it.
"Come on, boy. Fucking time," the woman said as she quickly rolled over onto her hands and knees. The Dane barked excitedly, then tried to mount her. His long, thick cock jabbed blindly at her ass as his heavy, leathery balls swayed and jounced with each jerk that racked his glistening prick.
"Ohhh!" Kathy gasped, feeling a torrent of fresh cunt juice ooze over her fingers as the woman reached between her tits and guided the animal's cock into her cunt. He started hunching fast. The woman backed against him, swaying back and forth in time to his fucking.
"God! Goddd!" the woman howled.
Kathy pulled away from the doorway and leaned against the wall, spreading her legs apart as she drove two fingers into her quivering pussy and stroked her slick snatch walls. The woman's moans and the Dane's growling was driving her toward orgasm. Rivulets of cunt juice poured through her damp, matted pussy hairs and trickled down her shaking, hot thighs as Kathy moved her fingers up and rubbed them slowly across the red, sensitive head of her quivering clit.
Suddenly she heard someone coming down the steps.
"Damn!" Kathy muttered, pulling her fingers out of her cunt with a barely audible squishing sound. She was running back to the wardrobe room when she remembered that the door to the other room was still open. The brunette was howling and whoever was coming down the steps would hear her. Kathy knew that she didn't owe that woman any favors. Still, she could imagine the shock and horror that would go around the theatre if anyone saw what was happening in that tiny room. Carefully and quietly, Kathy crept back to the doorway and pulled the door shut. The brunette was howling and bucking too much to notice the roof falling in, let alone the door closing.
Kathy slipped into the wardrobe room just in time. It was Bob Decker, the producer.